Cinderella

I’m Cinderella without my glass shoe,

Finding no perfection in whatever I do,

I know now that I’m such a fool,

For ever believing in you.

Perfect golden hair like the sunny day,

Oh how perfect you are in everyway,

Those words I hear from far away,

Lies inside the forest and there you lay .

Beautiful blue eyes like the deep blue sea,

Finding glory in whatever her eyes see,

But now all is left are tears of the sea,

With nothing left but a broken in me.

The feeling of utter happiness,

With every touch of your gentle kisses,

Was now nothing but empty places,

And broken promises.

No poison apple or little bald men,

No evil queen or diamond den,

Just a prince with roses at hand,

But left me bleeding at the very end.

My friend is apathy,

Her company keeps me happy,

But still I feel so empty,

Only my screams and tears are left in me.

Like summer making the winter amends,

Flowers and spring befriend,

Tell me if I can comprehend,

Where is my happy end?

Written by Me on 20/8/2008.